November has a flown by! And now it’s December already!? We had a wonderful, and busy, Thanksgiving season full of family, travel, friends, and yummy food.
It began the week before Thanksgiving with a visit to Mema and Poppop Locker’s house to see the extended family! It was a CHILLY day, but I still wanted to take a walk to visit the playground (cut short by a potty-time false alarm). Mema and Poppop were also bird-sitting a yellow bird, and he was fun to watch. Tia Debbie came down for the occasion, and stayed for a whole week! We got to see quite a bit of her.
That Sunday the yellow bedroom fairies (Mom and Dad) painted and put together my big boy bedroom, while I went to hang out with Debbie and Grandma and Grandpa. My bedroom is… you guessed it… YELLOW, with a train quilt, special blue shelves for my toys and stuffed animals, and room for my toy box! We are still adding some finishing touches to it, so we will post some photos when it is ALL finished! My favorite part is that it is YELLOW! Here’s a teaser photo:
That was a busy weekend for Mom and Dad (especially Mom who is starting to lose her 2nd trimester energy). Dad keeps her in shape though, moving furniture at 6 months pregnan!
That night I slept in my big boy bed for the first time. I didn’t even need any rails!
Then we get to Thanksgiving.
At daycare I made this Indian Hat with 3 feathers that I decorated (sorry Emily, no hand turkey pictures this year, although I did make a hand turkey with Aunt LuAnn on Thanksgiving – we just didn’t get a picture of it)
We went to Gigi and Granpa’s house on Wednesday, and then to Aunt Luann and Uncle Charlie’s house for Turkey, then back to Gigi and Grandpa’s house for the night, and then finally home on Friday morning (only to turn around a leave again, but I’ll get to that in a minute)
Here are some pictures from our Thanksgiving adventure.
One of my favorite parts of the day was going outside after dark to look at some of the Christmas lights that were in the neighborhood. They were so pretty! When we got home to our house I was disappointed that they hadn’t put up our lights yet! I asked Mommy and Daddy “Where are OUR lights? They didn’t put them out yet” (Then on Saturday, the magic Christmas light fairies, aka Daddy, put up our Christmas lights so that I wouldn’t feel left out)
So I mentioned that we got home on Friday only to turn around again. Well, we went to meet baby Cole who is the one month old baby of Mommy’s friends Emily and Kevin. He was REALLY cute, and he has all the same parts as me: eyes, ears, a nose, a mouth, hair, etc. They are just really tiny parts.
THEN we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for dinner, and finally home for bed. I was pretty exhausted.
Saturday was just as busy! It started with a train ride with Grandpa, where we also saw Santa!! He gave me a candy cane. Grandpa had a pretty good write up about the train ride, including the part where he and I were featured (with our picture and everything) in a local paper! Perhaps Mommy will post those details in a subsequent blog post, this one is getting long!
And after the train ride we went to Baby Rory’s first birthday party; she not so much of a baby anymore!
So Sunday was our lazy day to reset and get back to our schedule. Mom and I made cut-out cookies in the morning , I took my normal nap in the afternoon while Mom and Dad got out the rest of our Christmas decorations, and then we relaxed.
My last cute story, because there are so many – On Sunday night, after 4 days of craziness, we tried to get back to normal. At bedtime, Preston wanted a snack, but couldn’t make up his mind about what exactly he wanted. He was reading stories with Daddy, so I told him to just chill and that I would pick out a yummy snack for him and bring it to him. He was ok with that. So I got him a cup of milk and one of our homemade cut out cookies and took it to him. He took one look at it and said “A cookie! Mommy, this is awesome!” And then he took a bite and had a drink of milk and said “GOOD choice, Mommy.” I was so glad that he approved.
Baking a Special Birthday Cake
Last night Preston told me that he was going to make me a “Special Birthday Cake.” So he dragged a chair across the kitchen to the counter, pulled out a drinking glass, and started sprinkling lots of different spices into it (this becomes an expensive habit of his, so we try to put the less expensive spices on the bottom rack where he can reach them). When he had a satisfactory amount of spices in the glass he told Daddy that he needed to add some water. So Daddy put a little bit of water in with the spices. Then it was time to mix!
Of course, when you are baking, you obligatorily need to taste your batter; in this case, Daddy had to taste it, not Preston. And then it needed to go in the oven.
We set the timer for 5 minutes, checked on his creation through the oven window, and went upstairs for a few minutes.
When the timer went off, John called upstairs for us to come down and check the cake!!
To our surprise, Preston had made the perfect creation: a single fig newton sat in the bottom of the cup.
It was a delicious Special Birthday Cake.
This will probably be one of those embarrassing stories to share with Preston’s high school girlfriends one day.
Preston likes to stall at bedtime. He’s especially good at stalling for Daddy, although, I deal with my fair share of random, ill-timed requests.
One night, after multiple trips in and out of his bedroom to say goodnight, read ONE last story, get a different animal friend, etc, Preston called out “DADDY!!!! I NEED TO GO TINKLES IN THE POTTY!”
THIS kind of a request gets immediate attention out of Mommy and Daddy, so John went in to check on him. He has his own potty in his room, and usually, once it is lights out we have him use that potty instead of a regular one, just to impress upon the fact that we are not actually going to let him get out of having to go to bed. But he insisted on a “big potty” and Daddy’s will is not always as strong as Preston’s, so off to the “big potty” they went.
I was listening from the next room, as Preston sat down on the potty, tooted a little bit, and then yelled “I’m ALLLLL done!”
Daddy had been standing there the whole time, and I could hear from the other room, and neither of us heard any tinkles.
So John said, “How can you be all done, you didn’t do any tinkles”
Preston insisted “Yes, I DID do tinkles, see?!”
There was nothing to see, because there were no tinkles. But Preston insisted again that he was all done, so they flushed and went back to bed for the night.
Stalling tactic = successful
THREE NIGHTS AGO………
I asked Preston if he wanted to go to sleep with a diaper or underpants. He said underpants. After weeks of successfully waking up with a dry diaper, and one successful underpants night last week when Grandma and Grandpa put him to bed, I decided that it would be fine.
At 11:30 when I was ready to go to bed, I went in to check on Preston like I always do. I tuck him in if he is on top of the covers, and for several months I’ve done it successfully every night without waking him up…. I woke him up. And he was awake enough that he had trouble getting back to sleep. He kept clinging to my arm, and every time I would try to leave he would open his eyes and start crying again. So finally I just left and let him cry.
But then John came upstairs and rescued him and brought him to bed with us. John lasted all of 5 minutes with Preston in the bed before he decided to vacate to the guest room… Preston started crying about wanting a white pillow instead of a red pillow, which was apparently too much of a problem for John.
Then Preston and I – still in the big bed – Played musical sides until Preston settled down completely sideways on what is usually my side. I was on John’s side. All was finally well.
Except I woke up at 5:30 with a stomach ache. After a few trips to the bathroom I was feeling a little bit better, but Preston was starting to stir each time I climbed back into bed with him… and if he woke up, that would be the end of sleep for me. So I climbed in the guest bed with John to snooze in the early morning.
Yes, our 2 and a half year old toddler won the bed war, and ended up with a King sized bed ALL to himself.
And then he peed. He didn’t wake up and call to one of us that he needed to go tinkles, like EVERY morning for the past 2 months. He didn’t climb out and try to find someone, because he follows the rules and won’t leave the bed until someone comes to get him. Nope, on the morning that he is wearing underpants he wets the bed.
I’m sure it was as accident, but it was a major comedy of errors. I think that if I had still been in bed with him this morning he would have woken me up to go to the potty. But I wasn’t.
So we stripped the bed, and life will go on.
I’m starting to notice a pattern here. Every time it’s Halloween… we lose electicity.
This morning was no exception. Early this morning we had a strong storm come through, so about the time Preston and I sat down to eat breakfast, the wind was blowing hard… and the electicity went out!!
Preston – ‘Uh, oh, Mommy! Something’s HAPPENING to US!”
Me – “I know, honey, the lights went out because we lost electicity”
Preston – Looking scared and confused “You going to fix it!?”
Me – “I wish I could, but we have to wait for the electric company to fix it”
Preston – “I don’t LIKE it! Is Daddy going to fix it?!”
Me – “Daddy can’t fix it, he’s on an airplane. And we have to wait for the electric company”
This went on for a little while: Preston looking scared and refusing to finish his breakfast… Me trying to reassure him and explain to him how electricity works…
When out of the blue, one of Daddy’s electronics starts beeping (I think it was the router?)
Preston: “What’s THAT! What’s happening to us!”
Me: “Daddy’s box is beeping because it needs more electicity”
Preston: “It’s scary! Turn it OFF!”
So I troop it over to where the box is… there are a million boxes. It only beeps sporadically, so I don’t know which one it is that needs to be turned off!
It beeps!!! Of course it’s one of the boxes BEHIND the heavy bookshelf… There’s no way I’m moving that thing.
Me: “Preston, I can’t reach the box to turn it off. We need to go to school soon anyway, so I have to leave it alone”
Preston: “But I don’t like it. It’s scary”
And then… ANOTHER box starts beeping. All I could think was “we need to leave for school ASAP. Let’s forget breakfast” - thinking that the extra beeping is just going to upset him more. Then he says:
Preston: “Mommy, they’re making MUSIC”
Me: (confused) “What’s making music? The beeping?”
Preston: “Yeah! They’re making beautiful music, ALL together!”
That was a strange twist to the story, but one I could handle.
Shortly thereafter we left for school, and the electricity was thankfully back on by the time we got home.
And just for good measure, here is a picture of Preston doing crafts in his underpants.
On Friday night it was TRICK–OR-TREAT! With some mild opposition at first I finally gave in to the bribe of “more candy than you can ever dream of” and put on my astronaut costume! We took my space ship (wagon) all around the galaxy (neighborhood) to collect space specimens (candy). I got an awesome loot. When we were all done we went next door to hang out and run around the yard to use up some of the extra energy caused by a pretty major sugar rush.
Here are some pictures!
Then on Sunday we went back to the farm as a family. It was really chilly, but we had a good time. We took a private hayride to the pumpkin patch to pick out a little pumpkin, and then we took a walk to the orchard.
Here are our pictures from the farm:
Tonight, when I was supposed to be going to sleep, I looked down at my shirt and saw some lights! This a little bit alarming to me. Now, had I been under the blankets, falling asleep, I would never have noticed them (like the 5 or 6 other times I’ve successfully worn these pajamas to bed). But tonight I saw them and yelled to Mommy “I need you to fix my lights!” Mommy, thinking I meant my turtle night light, appeared in my door only to notice that they night light was totally fine. So I explained to her that I had strange lights on my shirt, and that I didn’t like them.
She changed my shirt – And my bedtime stalling tactic was successful!
I had my 20 week – halfway – ultrasound this morning. John came along, too! The baby looks great, measuring in at about 10 inches from head to toe. The baby was face down for the whole ultrasound, which made for a very different experience than the one we had with Preston. It was much more difficult for the tech to get pictures of everything she needed to, but she was a pro and figured it out. We were hoping the baby would flip before the end, but it never did. It means that we didn’t get any 3D pictures of its face, which is a little disappointing.
Like with Preston, we didn’t find out the gender of this baby. But I do have it sealed in an envelope; it’s torture. Somehow, I made it to the end without opening the envelope the first time. I guess I’m going to have to do it again!
Here are a few pictures from the ultrasound (just 2D – not 3D)
And a silly conversation with Preston:
Me: Preston, can you help me set the table?
P: Sure, YOU move that chair over here, ok?
Me: Oh, so you just want to supervise?
P: (Looking confused) I want to watch Mickey Mouse CLUBhouse"
Me: What are you talking about? I thought we we setting the table.
P: I don't WANT to watch Super Why! I want to watch Mickey Mouse
John: You said Supervise...toddler translation - Super Why!
I have croup. We had to go to the doctor this afternoon, so he could give me medicine to help me feel better. We were supposed to go to the doctor this morning at 9:40, and get it over with, but we ran into a few problems. First, mom’s car wouldn’t start, because it had a dead battery. One of the doors was left open overnight, and we’re not mentioning names, but I may have been pretending to drive her car last night. It’s happened at least once before (to Aunt Debbie and maybe Daddy) where I was playing in the car, something was left on or open, and viola: dead battery.
Daddy was gone by then, so no one was home to help Mommy, so she had to call the doctor and reschedule the appointment. In the meantime, Mommy called roadside service and they came to jump the car. But then it still wouldn’t turn on, because her starter has a bad spot. It was a whole saga. Eventually they got it to turn on, but they said to leave it on for a while and then take it for a drive. Naturally, Mommy and I drove it to run some errands even though neither of us felt very good.
Then, it wouldn’t start again when we were trying to leave Giant. This time, all Mommy had to do was call Daddy. The car must be scared of Daddy, because as soon as he answered the phone, the car turned on.
That was enough of that, we came home and ate some lunch. Then Mom wanted me to nap. Nope.
Then it was time to go to the doctor. The car turned on!! Yay!
Then we needed to go BACK to Giant to fill my prescription. I fell asleep just as we were driving past the turn for our house. So we came home so I could take a real nap in my bed.
We still don’t have my prescription. Guess we’ll have to go back out after I wake up. Or after Daddy gets home.
I thought sick days were supposed to be relaxing?
Preston finally told me what he wanted to be for Halloween... or, really, what he wanted to "dress-up" as. He wants to be a.... PRINCESS...with a white dress, a little crown, carrying a baby.... and a golden harp. And I get to be one, too. But not Daddy; he's playing his game and fixing his cars.
So that's how my bedtime conversation went with Preston. I emphasized the "dress-up" part, because at school they have a pretty dress that all the boys fight over when they are playing dress-up, and I'm pretty sure I mentioned dress-up when I was asking him about his Halloween Costume. But still, it's a pretty classic answer. I may ask him again tomorrow, just to be absolutely sure before moving forward.
By the way, I'm also pretty sure that the Golden Harp accessory is an a-typical add-on to his usual Princess dress-up costume, because THIS is what he considers to be a "Golden Harp" that makes "beautiful music." We play this harp a lot when we are cooking dinner together.
Grandpa picked me up at lunchtime and we drove in his car to a really good train ride today. It’s the Wannamaker Kempton and Southern Railroad, also known as the Hawk Mountain Line, and we got to ride in the cupola of the caboose!
Today’s train was the called the Pumpkin Patch Flyer. The train took us up the tracks to a pumpkin patch next to the railroad station in the little village of Wanamaker, PA. There we climbed down off the caboose and all the kids on the train got to pick out a pumpkin to take back with them. Most of the kids got a pumpkin then got right back aboard the train with their parents, but Grandpa and I waited beside the first passenger car so we could watch the big red locomotive couple back onto the train after running around on the passing siding.
The locomotive had a LOUD whistle, and I covered my ears every time the engineer blew it for a grade crossing. Grandpa always warned me when the engineer was about to blow for a crossing. That’s because we don’t want to bonk any cars that are crossing the tracks instead of waiting for the train to pass by first.
After our train ride we got off the caboose in Kempton and we got some stickers to put on my pumpkin to give it a happy face. We walked around the station area admiring the derelict train equipment, and Grandpa let me climb up onto some of the other cabooses and locomotives that were in the yard. Grandpa also showed me how to put a penny onto the top of the rail, then we watched as the big red locomotive rolled over it, and made it flatter and shinier!
The choo-choo ride was such fun that we rode it a second time – also in the cupola of the caboose, and we got asecond pumpkin to take home too!
This morning (the day after his adventure with Grandpa), Preston and I were playing trains in the basement. When he made it down the mainline of the train layout he said "Ok! Here we are at the pumpkin patch!"
On Tuesday morning, Mom and I took a field trip with daycare to Byler’s Farm! We followed the School Bus the whole way there, and met all my friends as they got off the bus. Mom and I talked about what we would see once we got to the farm: donkeys and pumpkins and cows and chickens and apples! We saw all of those things, AND I got to feed all of the animals. The goats licked the grain out of my hand, and their tongues were sticky!
They broke us up into two smaller groups, so while the bigger kids took the wagon ride to pick apples, we stayed behind to feed the animals and play with the corn! That was my favorite and Mommy promised that we would go back with Daddy to play with the corn because “Daddy will LIKE to play with the corns with me!” We also got to milk the cow, and Mommy got the milk to squirt out! That was silly, but I didn’t want to try it. And there was a baby cow who drank milk out of a GIANT bottle.
Then it was our turn to take the wagon ride to the apple orchard. We saw more animals and lots of pumpkins along the way! In the orchard we picked the apples right off the tree and put them in a basket to take back to the farm. I ate an apple with one hand and picked more apples to put in the basket with the other!
When we got back to the farm we each got to put some apples in a special machine that first broke the apples into little pieces. Then “The man crushed the apples and juice came out!” We go to drink the juice and it was delicious! We were there for almost 2 hours, but the time FLEW by. I loved having Mommy along on the field trip. She helped some of my friends to do all of the activities, too!
I took the morning off to go with Preston to the farm, and we had a lot of fun! I’m so glad that I have a relatively flexible schedule, and can go do activities with him.
I had a doctor’s appointment for Baby 2 this morning. The appointments are always really quick, just a weight check, blood pressure, and Doppler for the baby. It was silly, though, because it took the nurse forever to “trap” the baby into letting us hear it’s heartbeat. We kept hearing it fly by past the Doppler, but we couldn’t get a clear sound! She finally got a good spot after a few minutes of trying, and the baby’s heart rate was up to 168 from all the “exercise.” It never happened that way with Preston. He was always calm an cooperative for the Doppler and his ultrasound. This one was doing gymnastics!
I can feel it moving around sometimes, but I couldn’t feel any of it this morning at the appointment, so I couldn’t help her in finding it.
Preston: “You helping Daddy mix?
Me: No, I’m helping daddy plug things in (cables and other stuff – although I’m not actually helping him at all)
Preston: I want to MIX
Me: Maybe tomorrow we can make cookies together.
Preston: Yeah! We use the white thing that spins?
Me: Yeah, we’ll use the mixer!
Preston: NO! We use the white thing that spins!
Me: Honey, it’s called a mixer!
Preston: NO! It’s called the white things that spins… and it has a mixer on it!
Preston: You going to help Daddy plug it in?
(And we came full circle)
Me: Yes, I'll help Daddy plug it in
Preston: Ok, and don't forget the butter!
Me: Yes, honey, when we make the cookies we will remember to use the butter
Preston: I LIKE the butter